He bent down and tried to cough the smell of cigarette out of his mouth.
I felt my heart aching, and blurted out a sentence——
I can bear that smell, you—— that day——
His hand shook and the lighter fell to the ground.
Panic and apology flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth and said in a sweet voice, I'm sorry, I didn't know things would turn out like this...
The man's words suddenly came to mind. Something to cheer you up. It won't be so painful if you eat it.
My heart hurts so much.
He wants relief. He reached out and touched his trouser pocket, only to find that the white powder was no longer there.
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A short story with an estimated word count of 16,000.
Divided into upper volume and lower volume.
Although the upper and lower volumes are related, they can be written separately.
This is a tragedy.
It's also a "comedy".
Those who want to see tragedy need only read one volume, while those who want comedy should read both volumes.
But the "comedy" here is not the kind that makes people laugh. It can only be regarded as a "happy ending".
In fact, after all is said and done, this is still a serious drama.